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Slack. Don’t give me any.

i don’t know how i feel. Afraid, anxious,’wasteful. I used to be into such a good thing. THING. Vein. Vain, vanity. My insanity. This calamity. Expectation of my life. Comparing myself to others. Blabbering. Uncontent. Torn. Jagged. Edged. Not edgy. Not calm. Rest-less. Wrestless. Needing a wrestle. How could i tell-her. How could i end what we’ve started? What do I want? Why do I judge the way that I do.

Reliance from others. Minimal. The television blares. Blurts out facts. So posmodern. Wasted. Watson, we need you help. Your deduction. Humanity’s crawl towards its own destruction. We are in flux. Can we live forever? Can our plague last? Spread?! Outlast the stars we are made of? Dust to dust.